Chapter 513: I am cia

On a two-hectare racecourse in the suburbs of Louisville, Kentucky, USA, a shiny black Arab thoroughbred horse was walking slowly on the emerald green lawn. A horse farm worker in his forties walked in front with a reins. A man in his forties was also sitting on the horse's back.

However, the staff of the horse farm were white men in their forties, and the one sitting on the horse's back was an Asian man in his forties. He was slightly short and fat, sitting on the horse's back. Although his posture was extremely strange, his face showed a comfortable smile, which seemed to be enjoying this feeling.

Beside this Asian man, a white man in his twenties was talking strange Chinese, communicating with the Asian man, and he only heard him say: "Zheng, Kentucky is the world-famous thoroughbred capital, and this horse farm is also a famous thoroughbred base in Kentucky. You should believe me, right?"

"Hull, when did I say, don't I believe you?" Hearing the white guy's words, the Asian man sitting on the horse's back turned his head with a smile and said, "We signed a contract. You do your business for me, and I will give you a commission, but I have paid you a year's salary. Don't I believe you?"

"Oh, Zheng, you know, I don't mean that." As soon as I heard the Asian man's answer, the white guy suddenly smiled bitterly on his face, and he said in a difficult Chinese language: "I mean..."

"Okay, don't explain." Before the white guy finished speaking, the man sitting on the horse waved his hand and interrupted him, and then said, "Hull, you should find a hot girl for me now. Don't you think I'm a little too lonely riding alone?"

"Oh... Zheng, you are such a Chinese who can enjoy it." Of course, the white guy understood what the Asian man meant, and immediately showed a clear look on his face, and nodded: "Don't worry, as your friend..."

"No, no, you are just my servant, do the servant understand?" The Asian man smiled, but he said something that he did not give the white guy a little face: "It's just that I pay, you do your business."

"Okay okay, I'm just your servant." The white guy shrugged his shoulders and turned around and left. However, he had just walked a few meters away and stopped and turned around and shouted to the Asian man: "Zheng, what age do you want?"

"As under the age of eighteen, the figure and face are indispensable." The Asian man gave the standard without looking back. He sat on the horse's back and continued the so-called "riding horse" under the guidance of the horse farm personnel.

When the white guy heard the Asian man's standards, he had to shrugge and mutter: "Girls under the age of 18 are not cheap..."

"He is not short of money." Just two seconds after the white guy mumbled, a young man suddenly sounded behind him in pure Chinese, with a tone mixed with murderous intent: "What he lacks now is just a life that can cost money."

"Ah" The white guy was startled by the sudden sound, and took several steps forward before he turned around in surprise and looked at a young Asian man who appeared behind him at some point. Hull was a little confused: "You...who are you?"

"Are you the translator he hired?" The Asian man in a white sportswear looked at the white guy with interest and said to himself: "Do you know what he does?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I'm not his translator. I'm just a servant he hired temporarily. I'm just a servant." Hull was looking at the Asian man's eyes and he quickly shook his head and rejected the other party's statement, shaking his head like a rattle.

Hull said: "I heard him say he is a successful businessman, and now he needs to go to the United States to relax and rest. Yes, that's what he said."

"A successful businessman?" Hearing Hull's answer, the Asian man, who was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, sneered: "He knows how to add a coat to himself, but the net of sky is vast..."

"Woo..." Just as the young Asian man had just said halfway and had not had time to say it completely, a sudden burst of rapid and low sirens sounded outside the horse court. When he heard the sirens, the Asian man's face changed, and the white young man showed joy...

He suddenly looked up at the three speeding police cars, and the white guy who felt like he had hit the killer was overjoyed, but when his eyes were withdrawn from the police car...

"Huh" Looking at the person standing just now, but now it is empty. The white guy blankly swept the flat lawn without any cover, and fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead

What about that young Asian man in white sportswear? Why is he missing?

Just when this white guy was a little mentally broken by the Asian young man who suddenly appeared and disappeared, he discovered a more realistic situation that made him collapse. The Chinese Zheng, who hired him for 200 US dollars a day... The target of these three police cars was that Chinese Zheng.

Watching three police cars whizzing past him, in the blink of an eye, surrounded the Chinese Zheng Tuan on the back of a purebred Arab horse. In less than a minute, Chinese Zheng was caught by the policeman who got out of the police car and then...

"Woo..." Amid the rapid and low sirens, Zheng in China was arrested, and the police car quickly disappeared from the white guy's sight.

"This...this is..." The white guy stared blankly at the direction where the police car disappeared. He felt sad because he lost his job, but then he remembered the salary paid by Zheng Zhi of China. The large dollar bill he thought of this, and he smiled happily...

"What the hell are Americans doing?" Unlike the white guy, the Chinese youth who had suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly was standing behind a big tree at the exit of the horse farm, looking at the direction where the police car disappeared and frowned.

After hesitating for a while, he left the horse farm with a swagger, drove a motorcycle away from behind the police car, and followed him all the way.

After driving about 300 kilometers on the highway, the police car had turned off its long sirens and returned to the police station in a low-key manner. After stopping the car in the parking lot at the door of the police station, seven or eight policemen took out the car and got out of the car, who was put on a black hood, and quickly entered the police station.

Moreover, the young Chinese who followed him also found that when Zheng, China got off the car, there was a white man standing at the door of the police station, in his forties, wearing a black suit and a red tie.

Seeing the white man's tie, the Chinese young man couldn't help frowning and whispered to himself: "cia...what do they want to do?"

If you can't think of it, then try to figure out their purpose, you can't watch your goal be taken away by the Americans? Thinking of this, a Chinese young man drove a motorcycle and left the door of the police station. He had to find a way to enter the police station and figure out why Cia wanted to capture his goal.

At the same time, the man in the suit himself took to the interrogation room on the second floor of the police station and his head hood was lifted...

China Zheng opened his eyes in horror and opened his mouth and said, "I have legal documents, I..."

"Haha, Mr. Zheng, you should stay calm now." Seeing the frightened expression of China Zheng and hearing his panicked words, the man in the black suit interrupted his words with a smile, then waved his hands at the police and drove them out of the interrogation room.

He walked to the interrogation table and poured a cup of boiled water, held it in his palm and smiled at China Zheng, saying, "Where are your documents come from? We have detailed records. You don't need to remind us anything else, do you understand?"

Pure Chinese Chinese When hearing the man in suit's words, Zheng China swallowed his saliva, smiled far-fetchedly and asked carefully: "You are..."

"You can ask me to pretend to be a man squinted and smiled, take out a document from his arms, open it in front of Zheng, and said, "I am cia."

"c…cia" China Zheng was shocked, and then fell into endless panic, just like a girl about to be beaten, looking at the man in front of him who claimed to be 098 and was an agent of the US CIA. For a moment, he felt the illusion that the sky had fallen.

Zheng, who was guilty, never thought that the first person to find him was not a Chinese agent, but an American agent...

He almost didn't reserve and showed a terrifying expression on his face. Of course, the 098 agent could clearly see his reaction. After smiling, the 098 agent pulled a stool, sat down in front of Zheng, and asked with a smile: "So, Mr. Zheng Jianqiang from China, should we get straight to the topic?"

"Gulu..." Zheng Jianqiang swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, his face was completely pale

The other party actually called out his name so easily. Wouldn't it mean that all his situation has fallen into the other party's control?

This thought made Zheng Jianqiang even more desperate, but the more desperate he was, the more he knew how to struggle. He calmed down and showed a smile that was even worse than crying at Mr. 098: "Of course, of course... If you have anything to use mine, please give me any instructions..."

"Haha, then I'm not polite." Mr. 098 raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, leaned on the back of the chair and said leisurely: "In the words of you Chinese, I won't go around you and just go straight to the point."

"Of course... please say, please say..." Zheng Jianqiang smiled with a servant's face, his heart bleeding...
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